Why do people care when I fall down on air,It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare,I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl,Let this be something learned for the next one who saw,

I know I'm the one that will die in the movies, However I go I know It won't be soothing, I run after day when it's worse for the sight,Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night,

For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go,It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow,At the end of the day, It all goes out to show,I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!

And we’re on the phone like this, 00:44 am. I’m on the balcony so my roommates don’t hear I’m freezing a little bit cause i’m in my *******I don’t have my glasses so the city lights are kinda fuzzy and man, does that one star reminds me of your eyes. We talk and we talk about our day How I’m starting art school soon and we’re gonna be together forever. You hate your school and the job is going great. We’re gonna have a puppy and name him Wilbert. « I miss you little dove.. -Missing you too baby »

although age in and of itselfdoes not declare experience or the depth of knowledge one has gained and in my opinion is silly for anyone to think otherwise I'm always told "your so wise for one so young." Or "oh I remember what it was like to be 19 and think you know the world." Yet what they refuse to acknowledge is that in 19 short years, I may have experienced both horrors and beauty that they have yet to dream let alone see. Who is to say that age is a boundary of the mind? That inexperience creates an age divide? Who are they to claim that we would be consumed when they have yet to wander in our beaten old shoes?Who are they to judge me of a story they have yet to hear? All becuse they refuse to lend an ear?